Sentence examples for my primordial from inspiring English sources

I'm the nag who wants to fulfill my primordial duty.

Though he says he does not contemplate early retirement, the succession, he says, naming no names, "I consider to be one of my primordial tasks".

Above all, when I look over my list (which I put together rapidly and spontaneously), what leaps out, in regard to my primordial cinematic enthusiasms (mainly, for B-movie science fiction), is a lasting love for playfulness.

The director Bert I. Gordon (who seems to have been my primordial auteur) didn't do much in the way of character development or psychological subtlety, but he sure knew how to make a visual metaphor — to convey extravagant emotions, indeed, the mental overdrive of youth itself, in simple images.

With Anthony Lane writing this week in the magazine about "Monsters vs. Aliens," I've had giants on my mind, and was delighted to discover the availability, on DVD, of my primordial childhood favorite, the one from "War of the Colossal Beast," from 1958.

A journalist's question recently prompted me to revisit my own primordial interest in movies — for the most part, the low-budget science-fiction movies of the nineteen-fifties, which were often broadcast on TV in my childhood — and "Cardboard Gods" fills in something of a blank, regarding a time in my life when I had, in fact, lost interest in movies.

Again, no thoughts of a partner, or finding true love, or even what my version of a 'healthy' gay life would look like; just a constant pang as primordial as my heartbeat, a need to see every penis that was denied to me growing up.

"Primordial Wolf" My favorite picture thus far!! | Photographer: @yutsai88.

The singer comes on with the statement "It's now or never," and moves from manly determination to a soft plea, ending with a soaring cry of primordial masculinity: "My love won't wait".

I seldom spoke of the synesthesia that had been with me always; as a child when I expressed my yellow "A" or teal "K" or the primordial green of my Saturdays it sounded strange.

I don't know when or what changed, but if I had to venture a guess I'd say that my biological clock sounded some kind of filthy, primordial alarm and my sexual instincts kicked into overdrive.